
Tuesday 25 April 2006
The idea for this excursion (I’ll not call it an expedition as it’s too short) was a dress rehearsal for a 2-3 day expedition later on. Primarily, I wanted to know how all my kit worked out and secondly, put into practice the few skills I’ve learned so far.
My plan was to walk to an area I already knew, set up camp, make a couple of basic tools, start a fire, eat, (pre prepared stuff) and prepare to sleep, all in a half day. I would take away any lessons and adjust this for the “main event”. You might think “why is he doing this? Why doesn’t he just go and camp out somewhere?” Well, I am quite a meticulous guy and I believe that planning and training for anything is essential. Yes, I could go straight out, but I’ve not done anything like this for a good 20 years (!) I am 48 years old, and I don’t really like to leave anything to chance when playing with sharp things and burning things.
I packed my kit as in my last post, and was quite surprised at how heavy it all was. I posted my concerns on BushcraftUK and got quite overwhelming and diverse replies. Some people said the more knowledge the less kit while others say why not take enough kit to be comfortable. After all, this is Bushcraft not survival. I concluded that 28 pounds in weight wasn’t really that much, especially when water was taken into consideration. I was taking 3.5 ltrs which was 8 pounds of weight. The total weight seemed quite acceptable in the end. I would like to get the weight down and probably wouldn’t take some items if I knew the weather would be OK.
At last I was off. I dumped the van, hoisted my rucksack, and shoulder bag and on went the hat. A sure sign I mean business! I walked about 2 miles along the hedgerow and into the woods. It was a bright day, but there were threatening rain clouds. I was quite pleased with the rucksack and my packing. The weight seemed to be distributed well. A was quite out of breath and quite hot when I eventually reached my pre-determined site. I actually settled on more open area than previously recce’d. I just fancied a better view of the small valley.
I decided to time each part of the project. This might come in handy as a guide in later excursions. I didn’t really want to rush and make mistakes though. Up went the tarp and hammock. 12 minutes (too long and still having trouble with the tarp knots). I just put up the tarp when it started raining. Good! This will really test things out! I then made a couple of simple tools for cooking. A support for the Billy can, and a stake to hold it. Although simple, I was quite pleased with the result. (10 minutes). I then started gathering wood for my proposed fire. I was going to gather enough wood for a cooking fire and not a whole evening worth. There was plenty of fallen branches in the area, so this was not difficult at all. I didn’t have to cut any branches or chop any kindling.

Next, I prepared the fire under the Billy. I wasn’t actually going to cook with the open fire and Billy as I didn’t know whose wood this was. I hadn’t asked permission and in the UK, someone owns the land wherever you are. In this area, the woodland is amongst farmland. The farmers get a bit uptight when you wander around without permission. I probably would have got away with it since I was far off the beaten track and out of public view, but I decided not to. I did, however, decide to start a fire and put it out after I was satisfied that I could keep it going. In fact, I would not start up my Trangia until I had completed this task.
I gathered some silver birch bark (quite abundant in these woods) and used a bit of tinder from my pouch. Out came the firesteel and knife and…what’s happening? I’ve done this before…and still the ****ing thing won’t light. Is it too wet (it had started to rain) or was the tinder too damp or was the birch bark the wrong type? I actually started to panic! I had to light this fire. 12 strikes…15 strikes…20. I sat back. My pulse was racing. What was happening here? I knew this wasn’t a survival situation. I even had matches with me but still I was panicking that I couldn’t light the fire. My rules said “no fire…no food”. I was going to go hungry. But I couldn’t. If this was real, I would have to eat obviously. I calmed myself down. Deep breaths; rearrange the tinder, and try again. Long slow strikes is the key…plenty of sparks along the whole length of the firesteel. 5…10 strikes and…here we go. An immediate flame. I quickly added a small amount of kindling. We were away. I would be able to eat after all.
I let the fire burn for a few minutes savouring the smell of burning. This smell has always been a comfort for me. Now I truly appreciated why this was. Fire is the key to everything. Is this some primordial instinct or am I just being oversensitive in the situation? I had also learned a lesson. If things go wrong, don’t panic. Stop and think it through. I don’t even know why I did panic. I’ve been in pretty severe situations before.
Anyway, out went the fire, on went the Trangia and down went the chilli beans washed down by a cup of tea (all very British) and some nuts and raisons.
The next task was to try out the sleeping arrangements. This was the bit I was looking forward to! Off went the boots, out came the sleeping bag and then came the problems. I hadn’t tried this out at home and I couldn’t believe how difficult it was trying to get in a sleeping bag which itself is in a hammock. It was like trying to handle a slippery eel! I laughed so much that I was exhausted by the time I had figured out the best way to do this. In the end it was a case of get in the sleeping bag (half way at least) and then “fall” (gently) into the hammock, sorting out the top part of the bag after I got in. At last a bit of rest. I looked out over the top of the sleeping bag, only to see that my feet were getting wet. The tarp was the wrong way round! The short side was along the line of the hammock. I would have to sort that out at home. It had just stopped raining so this was not an issue. I laid back and listened to the woods. The whole thing had taken about 1 hour and 30 minutes. Not bad, despite the little “fire” set back.
My last task was to make another spoon. I had eaten my beans with a spoon I’d made on a previous excursion. I’m not very good at selecting wood and this selection was no exception. I spent 20 minutes carving away. I’d made a nice bowl, when the handle snapped off. It was useable, but it wasn’t a proper spoon. I didn’t even bother to take it with me.
I struck camp, tidied the site, loaded my gear and set off home. On the way I heard the year’s first cuckoo call. I also spotted some Lady’s Smock on the way home along the dried up river bank. Ironically, another name for this delicate pink flower is Cuckoo plant or Cuckoo flower. Researching this later, I found that the young leaves are good in salads tasting like cress. This has given me an idea for a future project. I might try foraging for food soon.

As I walked to the van, I thought about the spoon. No, I couldn’t give up that easily. 30 minutes later, I’d made another spoon. This one was looking good, and I decided to take it with me. I could have easily used it in the field, but I wanted to finish it off properly and sand it down.



My hike to the van seemed long but at least it was mostly down hill. I arrived home exhausted. I’d crammed a day or two’s work into 4 hours and achieved my aim of testing out all my kit.
Lessons learned: Check the tarp and cordage; practice the tarp knots. Don’t panic if things don’t go quite right.
What went well: Carried enough water, good spoon (in the end) and other self-made utensils, new sleeping bag seemed fine, packing and carrying okay.